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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.