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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
cv313,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
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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.