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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
The Names,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.