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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.