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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
cv313,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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You don't know what you really want.
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.