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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
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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.