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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
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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.