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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.