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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.