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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.