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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
The Move,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.