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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Monks,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.