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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.