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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.