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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.