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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.