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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.