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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Rakim,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.