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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.
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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.