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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 UT to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.