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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.