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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Wings,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.