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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
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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.