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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.