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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Organ,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.