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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.