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 France 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.