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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.