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 China and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.