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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.