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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.