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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Mars,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.