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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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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.