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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.