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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.