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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
EPMD,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.