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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.