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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.