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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.