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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.