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 Seychelles 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
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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.
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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.