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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.