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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
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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.