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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.
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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.