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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.