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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
The Names,
UT,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
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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.