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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf 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?
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.