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 Laos and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the grunge 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.