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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Television,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.