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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.