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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.