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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.