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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
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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.