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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 EPMD to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.