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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.