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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.