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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.