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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 Lille and Taipei.
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 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.