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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.