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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
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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.