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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.