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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.