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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.