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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.