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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.