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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.