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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Smog,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
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.