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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Zapp,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.