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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.