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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.