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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.