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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Nas,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.