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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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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.