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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.