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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.
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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.