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 Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.