Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gories. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.