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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Visage,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.