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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
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Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.