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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.