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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.