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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.