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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.