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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Associates to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.