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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.