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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.