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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Smog,
Lyres,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
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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.