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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.