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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.