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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.