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 Portugal and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.