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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.