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 Botswana and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.