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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.