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 Fiji and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.