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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
ABC,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.