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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.