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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.