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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
the Association,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.