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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.