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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.