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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Swans,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
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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.