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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.