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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
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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.