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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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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.