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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
JFA,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.