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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
The Names,
X-102,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
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.