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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Television,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.