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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.