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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.