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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
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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.