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 Malta and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.