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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.