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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 and Kerry to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.