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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Television,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.