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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Monks,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.