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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Monolake,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.