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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
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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.