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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.