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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
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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.