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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Josef K,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.