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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
The Index,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
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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.