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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.