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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.