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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Faust,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.