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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.