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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.