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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.