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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.