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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.