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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.