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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.