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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.