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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.