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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
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.