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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
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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.