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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Nico,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Gong,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.