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 Morocco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
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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.