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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.