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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.