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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.