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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim 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 grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.