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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.