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 Angola 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.