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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.