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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.