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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.