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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lille and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.