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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.