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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.