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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
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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.