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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.