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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
the Association,
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.