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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
PIL,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.