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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.