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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Crime,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.