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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
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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.