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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.