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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.