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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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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.