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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.