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 North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.