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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.