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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.