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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.