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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
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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.
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.