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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.
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.