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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Japan,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
The Names,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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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.