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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.