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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.