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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.