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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
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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.