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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.