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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.