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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
You don't know what you really want.
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.