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 Swaziland and from Portland.
    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 1967 to 1977.
    I'm losing my edge.
    
    To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
    I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
    I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
    I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
    I played it at the Astoria.
    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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
    
    All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
    
    I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk  hit - 1985, '86, '87.
    I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
    
        I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
    
        I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar. 
    I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
    
    I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
    
    But have you seen my records? 
    
    
        
    
        Bauhaus, 
    
        Lower 48, 
    
        June Days, 
    
        Echospace, 
    
        Letta Mbulu, 
    
        Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, 
    
        The Doors, 
    
        Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, 
    
        Ultramagnetic MC's, 
    
        R.M.O., 
    
        Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, 
    
        Vaughan Mason & Crew, 
    
        Jesper Dahlbäck, 
    
        Blancmange, 
    
        Roxette, 
    
        Siglo XX, 
    
        Mad Mike, 
    
        Grauzone, 
    
        The Angels of Light, 
    
        AZ, 
    
        The Fall, 
    
        Sarah Menescal, 
    
        Simply Red, 
    
        Sight & Sound, 
    
        The Velvet Underground, 
    
        Wolf Eyes, 
    
        The Standells, 
    
        Heavy D & The Boyz, 
    
        Scan 7, 
    
        Subhumans, 
    
        Bobbi Humphrey, 
    
        Deepchord, 
    
        Skarface, 
    
        Lafayette Afro Rock Band, 
    
        the Bar-Kays, 
    
        Strawberry Alarm Clock, 
    
        the Germs, 
    
        Oblivians, 
    
        Manfred Mann's Earth Band, 
    
        Bush Tetras, 
    
        Avey Tare, 
    
        Warsaw, 
    
        The Fuzztones, 
    
        Lou Reed & Metallica, 
    
        Dorothy Ashby, 
    
        E-Dancer, 
    
        Jawbox, 
    
        Quantec, 
    
        John Cale, 
    
        DNA, 
    
        Harry Pussy, 
    
        Nico, 
    
        Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, 
    
        Glenn Branca, 
    
        David McCallum, 
    
        Byron Stingily, 
    
        Faust, 
    
        Soul Sonic Force, 
    
        Public Enemy, 
    
        DeepChord presents Echospace, 
    
    The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C. 
    
    
    
    You don't know what you really want.
    You don't know what you really want.
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