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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
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.