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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.