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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.