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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.