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 France and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
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.
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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.