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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.