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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.