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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.