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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
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T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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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.