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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Kayak,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.