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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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.
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.