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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Royal Trux 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.