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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
The Sound,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.