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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.