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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.