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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.