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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.