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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.