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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Nico,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.