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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.