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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
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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.