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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.