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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.