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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.