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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.