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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.