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 India and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Monks to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.