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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Gong,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Magma,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.