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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
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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.
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.