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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.