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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.