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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Visage,
Gong,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Monks,
AZ,
Main Source,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.