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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
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Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.