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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Move to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.