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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.