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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.