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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.