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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Can,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.