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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Deadbeat 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gong 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 punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Yaz,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.