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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Remains,
cv313,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.