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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.