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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Christs to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.