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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.