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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.