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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.