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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.