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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.