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 Australia and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.