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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.