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 Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.