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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
You don't know what you really want.
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.