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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Fugs to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.