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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.