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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.