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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.