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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.