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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.