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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Index to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.