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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
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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.
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