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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Aswad,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.