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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
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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.