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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s 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 Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.