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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Hashim,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.