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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.