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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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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.