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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.