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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.