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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.