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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Hoover 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.