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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.