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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.