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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
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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.