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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.