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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.