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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.