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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.