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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Second Layer,
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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.