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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.