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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Wire,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.