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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.