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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.