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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Sparks,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.