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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 10cc to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
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Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
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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.
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.