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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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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.