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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.