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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.