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 Macedonia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.