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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.