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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.