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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
a-ha,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.