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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.