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 France and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.