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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.