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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.