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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.