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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.