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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.