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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.