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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.