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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.