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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Roxette,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.