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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
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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.