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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.