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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Technova,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.