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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.