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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.