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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.