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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.