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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.