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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Japan,
The Residents,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
ABC,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Scion,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Lyres,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
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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.