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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.