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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
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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.