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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.