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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
MC5,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
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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.