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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Can,
Zapp,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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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.