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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.