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 China and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
X-101,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.