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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.