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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.