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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.