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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.