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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
June of 44,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Nico,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.