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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Organ,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.