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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.