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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Smog,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.