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 China and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.