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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.