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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.