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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
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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.