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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.