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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nico to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
AZ,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.