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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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