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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.