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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.