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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.