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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.