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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
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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.