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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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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.