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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Quantec,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.