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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.