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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.