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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.