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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
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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.