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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
The Martian,
cv313,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
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.