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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
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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.