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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.