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 Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.