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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.