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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
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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.