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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
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Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.