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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
The Associates,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
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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.