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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends 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 rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Index,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.