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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.