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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.