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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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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.