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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rakim to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
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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.