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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.