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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.