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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.