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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.