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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.