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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All the Swans 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.