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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.