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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.