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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Pagans 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Hashim,
CMW,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.