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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Unrelated Segments 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
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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.
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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.