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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
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.
You don't know what you really want.