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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Slave,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.