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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Smoke to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.