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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Pylon,
Neu!,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
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.