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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.