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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
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.