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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.
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.