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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.