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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fugs to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.