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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.