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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.