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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
June Days,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.