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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.