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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.