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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.