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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.