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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.