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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Gong,
Qualms,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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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.
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.