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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.