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 Seychelles 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.