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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.