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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.