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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
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.
You don't know what you really want.