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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.