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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
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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.
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