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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.