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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.