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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.