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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Japan,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.