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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Mars,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
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.
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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.