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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Index,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.