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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
CMW,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.