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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Index,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.