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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
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.
You don't know what you really want.