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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
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.