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 Croatia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Television,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.