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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.