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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.