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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.