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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Flipper,
June Days,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.