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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.