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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Brick,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.