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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.