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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.