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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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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.