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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.