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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.