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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.