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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.