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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Black Dice to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.