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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.