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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Q65,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.