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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.