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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
MC5,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.