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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gun Club to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Echospace,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
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.
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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.