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 Niger and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.