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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
UT,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.