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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.