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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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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.