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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
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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.