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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Wings,
Section 25,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.