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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.