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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.