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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
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Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.