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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.