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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.