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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Television to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.