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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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You don't know what you really want.
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