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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Liliput,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.