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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.