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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
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Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.
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.