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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Pole,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Faust,
World's Most,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
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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.