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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.