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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Can,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
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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.