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 Romania and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.