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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.