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 El Salvador 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 Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Make Up,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.