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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.