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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.