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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
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.
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.