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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.