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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.