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 Togo and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ossler,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.