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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.