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 Philippines and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
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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.