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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Sound,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.