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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.