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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Can to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.