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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.