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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.