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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.