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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.