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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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.
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.