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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.