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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.