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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.