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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.