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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Television,
AZ,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.