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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.
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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.