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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
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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.
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.