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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.