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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.