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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.