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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.