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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
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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.