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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.