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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
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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.