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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
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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.