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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Skarface,
DNA,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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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.