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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.