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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.