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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
The Busters,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.