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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.