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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
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.
You don't know what you really want.