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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.