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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.