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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.