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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.