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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Ossler,
MDC,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.