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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
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.