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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Franke,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.