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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Magazine,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.