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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
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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.