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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.