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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.