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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.