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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Television,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.