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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
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.