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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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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.