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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.