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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
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.