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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.