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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Franke,
UT,
Chrome,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.