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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.