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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
The Names,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.