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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.