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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.