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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.