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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.