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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 The Names to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.