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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.