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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.