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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Procol Harum 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.