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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Model 500,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.