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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Fear,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.