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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
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.