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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
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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.