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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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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.