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 Ukraine 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.