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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.