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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Television,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.