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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.