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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.