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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.