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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.