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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sexual Harrassment 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.