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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.