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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
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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.