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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Slave,
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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.