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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.