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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.