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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.