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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
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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.
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.