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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Hashim,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
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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.