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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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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.