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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
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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.