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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
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.