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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.