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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Can,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.