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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 güiro 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.